City: I'm Really Not Rich

The father and son of the Yang family thought that Zhang Chen had agreed, and they were instantly overjoyed, and they were much more pleasing to the eye when they looked at Yang Mi'er.

"Okay, let's do it like this. Let's congratulate Dad on his birthday today. By the way, Xiao Zhang, when you come back this time, you are prepared for your birthday gift. You are the new son-in-law, and you are a respectable person. The gift cannot be less than one point."

"According to our custom here, for the elderly, the increase in the age of one year will be doubled, and your gift must be at least "two-one-three" aniseed. 35

Yang Guoyu got out of the car door, looking like a finalist, after thinking about it, he added another sentence.

Zhang Chen looked at Yang Mi'er, and the two also got out of the car.

Before taking two steps, Zhang Chen's cell phone rang, he showed an imperceptible smile and picked up the cell phone.

"Hey, I'm Zhang Chen, what's the matter?"

"Chairman, something is wrong!"

Liang Lu on the other side of the phone was very anxious.

"There is a problem with our engineering project. Not only can we not get the project payment back, but we have to compensate the raw material supplier for 100 yuan. What should we do now?"

Zhang Chen deliberately held the phone far away from his ears.

Yang Guoyi and the others immediately heard Liang Lu's voice, Qi Qi's expression changed, and they all stopped.

"And the report of your last visit to Dean Tang Ming for an examination, he wants you to review it, if you need to continue treatment, it will cost you at least tens of dollars.

"There are still employees' wages, and the Spring Festival is coming soon. If the money is not paid, they will definitely make things worse!"

"Chairman, I think it's better to mortgage your houses. We have a good relationship with President Zhao. As long as he can get a loan to let us spend this Spring Festival, it will be easy. Otherwise..."

Before Liang Lu could finish speaking, Yang Shouhua had already jumped up from the wheelchair. The old man in his 70s, still very athletic, snatched Zhang Chen's cell phone.

"Stinky girl, what nonsense are you talking about, it's my grandson's house, why should you take it as a mortgage?

Of course Zhang Chen deliberately asked him to grab the phone, otherwise Yang Shouhua wouldn't be able to get close to him with his skills.

He pulled Yang Mi'er back half a step.

Listening to Yang Shouhua yelling at the phone, all kinds of dialects and slang are mixed together, which is extremely vulgar.

There is another wedding banquet in this hotel where the Yang family holds wine, a full moon wine and another birthday banquet are held here, there are already 0 more guests...

After he finished scolding, a lot of onlookers had gathered around.

Yang Shouhua glared at Yang Mi'er, threw the phone back into Zhang Chen's arms, and roared angrily.

"Listen to me!

"I want to mortgage my grandson's house to get a loan, but there is no door!""

"What about Zhang Chen's company?"

Yang Mi'er was so angry that she couldn't act anymore, so she asked directly.

"His company doesn't care about me. If it needs to lose money, it will lose money. That's his business. He will find a way by himself. Anyway, my grandson's house can't be moved!"

Yang Shouhua's eyes widened and he shouted angrily again.

The people around began to whisper, 2.9 as which girl wanted to help her husband to mortgage the house in the family, some felt that Yang Shouhua was suspected of favoring sons over daughters, and some felt that it was also the duty of the old man not to help his grandson-in-law.

There was a sadness in Yang Mi'er's eyes, and she shook her head mockingly.

"However, that was originally Zhang Chen's house, what right do you have to not let him mortgage?